Courage

I just finished watching The Help.

 I read the book a few months back but seeing the story unfold before my eyes rehashed all of the feelings I had when I read the book. 

Wow. Emotions and a big old box of Kleenex!

 The line that stuck out most to me was when Skeeters mom says

 "sometimes courage skips a generation."

 This really hit home for me. 

 This blog post is about to get real-to start believing in myself I have to tell who I am

 and where I came from.

 My grandmother had a huge hand in raising me and she was a very courageous woman.

 I never remember her having a cold, taking a sick day, not even a Tylenol-ever. 

She never once complained.

 She raised 4 of her own girls, took in countless number of kids from the neighborhood when they needed it, and took me when I was just 3 weeks old. 

 She was never bitter.

 She was never hateful, always loving. 

 I don't have one memory of her ever yelling at me-ever! 

 She was always there for me, always a constant in my life. 

 This woman showed me more courage than I ever knew possible. 

Now it's up to me. 

 It's up to me to stand up and be the courageous woman she knew I had the potential to be. 

 If I could live to be half the woman she was I would be grateful. 

 Every day is a new day to be courageous.

 I need to start believing in those nudges I feel, that little voice in the back of my mind telling me I can I am worth it, I need to start acting on that fire I can feel burning inside of my heart. 

Today I stop planning & talking, and start doing! 

Join me won't you?